Anyway, after the gig I had some pizza with the Dormagen-guys during which I received a phone call saying that all of my friends were about to take off to Dortmund or Münster. Crazy. I went back to the Intershop only to find Martin was about to run off, too, so I wondered if my stench was too dramatic to bear. But as it turned out I smelled of flowers with just a slight hint of beer and so I found Markus and Keith and talked and laughed a lot with them, all in English. Nice. Good thing tonight is the next punk-rock-show, this time even closer, right in the hood. Can't wait. See ya!
